———Andrew Pov
The moment we're half a block clear of Erica's building, Chase starts in.
"Ah."
"Shut up," I say immediately. I already know where he's going and I want no part of it.
"Ahh."
"Chase."
"Ahhhhhh."
"I swear to God, for the love of all that is holy in this world, I will put a fist through your face if you keep making that infuriating fucking—"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, it all makes so much sense now!"
I keep my eyes forward, maintain my jogging pace and say nothing. The sidewalk stretches ahead.
It is regretfully devoid of any Chase-sized storm drains that might allow me to shove my best friend into the sewage-filled bowels of the city where he belongs.
Pity.
"The infamous Erica Jones," Chase continues.
"It's a privilege to finally meet the woman whose name alone makes that vein in your forehead do the twitchy thing."
"My forehead doesn't twitch."
"It's twitching right now, buddy."
I increase our pace. I'm hoping cardiovascular distress might shut him up.
